This is a song about "Popular annoying girl"

Just another annoying white kid trying to be black

To getting rich off a dream, i throw it the bag

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces

It's so annoying when i cant talk to my love,

Delicate little tan girl

And he, what's his name, earl

At the thought of being popular

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

We all want that great feeling of being popular,

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

The jager in my cup is licorice black

But i rap cos the popular emcees are crap

Cuz im a bad girl, bad girl (x2)

A coward dies a thousand deaths